Investigation should not be just a jaunt into the wooded area looking for Sasquatch signs.
Determination of merit is what we need, if an account is to be considered real. First travel their route and time it. Using the sample time line above, if they left the party at 10:00 PM. On Main St., what if the gas station is only around the corner? Unaccounted time.
What if the area of the sighting is actually an hour from the area of the gas station? If you have a good feeling about a witness, remember, “Trust but Verify.” You may have to retrace steps on a trail to verify times, but do it! It can be the determination between “a good story” versus a legitimized account.
Here is a basic list of equipment that you should always have on hand when you are in the field:
◾Plastic/Rubber/Nitrile gloves – Preventing evidence contamination – keeping hands clean while casting, etc.
◾Measuring tape – Measuring prints, track ways, etc.
◾Note pad – Taking notes, drawing maps, etc.
◾Pen or pencil – Self explanatory (can be used as a photographic scale reference in a pinch)
◾Ziploc bags – Evidence storage as well as protecting equipment.
◾Paper bags or envelopes – Evidence storage
◾Garbage bags – Protecting tracks until they can be cast – expedient raingear or shelter
◾Tweezers (sterile) – Evidence collection
Cont. on Cryptomundo and The Examiner
Friday, November 21, 2014
Thursday, November 20, 2014
The Short Bigfoot Flap of Waterford in 1981
"I first learned of this, almost thirty years after the incident happend in 2010 while examining one of my heroes of the Bigfoot mystery, author John Green's database. There was a reference to the Troy Record reporting on a rash of Sasquatch sightings in Waterford. HUH?
So my first step was to visit the Troy Public Library, where they have a robust microfilm library of newspapapers dating back to the early 1800's. Sure enough there was an article written by Staff Reporter Jonathan Hodges, detailing several sighting reports dating back to early August 1981.
Well this kicked my interest up so I filed a Freedom of Information Act on the Waterford Police Department and sure enough, I got a phone call, saying my documents were ready. I hastily rushed down to the station where I was politely given my documents for a nominal fee.
Back in August 1981, there was a series of Bigfoot sightings that occurred in the town of Waterford that made the local papers.
The first report was on August 4th, 1981 in which at 12:38 A.M. the Waterford police had received a report of a woman seeing the creature in the village and had growled at her.
The officers did not seem awfully convinced and added a bit of sarcasm and humor by fininshing their report with, "At 00:48 hours the Officers stated that the subject is GOA (gone on arrival) and that he must have gone back to his cave."
However before the story hit the press several children had a sightings in the Prospect Hill section of Waterford. On August 5th, the matter was handled a bit more seriously when calls were received at 2:03 P.M. to report a sighting earlier in the week at the power station on Middletown Rd. and again later at 3:30 P.M. about a sighting behind St. Mary's Cemetery.
Whether it was a bear, moose or Bigfoot, none of the above was tracked down in Waterford, so such remains a mystery. What exactly did occur that summer in 1981 is anyone's guess at the moment." Via the Examiner and Cryptonundo
So my first step was to visit the Troy Public Library, where they have a robust microfilm library of newspapapers dating back to the early 1800's. Sure enough there was an article written by Staff Reporter Jonathan Hodges, detailing several sighting reports dating back to early August 1981.
Well this kicked my interest up so I filed a Freedom of Information Act on the Waterford Police Department and sure enough, I got a phone call, saying my documents were ready. I hastily rushed down to the station where I was politely given my documents for a nominal fee.
Back in August 1981, there was a series of Bigfoot sightings that occurred in the town of Waterford that made the local papers.
The first report was on August 4th, 1981 in which at 12:38 A.M. the Waterford police had received a report of a woman seeing the creature in the village and had growled at her.
The officers did not seem awfully convinced and added a bit of sarcasm and humor by fininshing their report with, "At 00:48 hours the Officers stated that the subject is GOA (gone on arrival) and that he must have gone back to his cave."
However before the story hit the press several children had a sightings in the Prospect Hill section of Waterford. On August 5th, the matter was handled a bit more seriously when calls were received at 2:03 P.M. to report a sighting earlier in the week at the power station on Middletown Rd. and again later at 3:30 P.M. about a sighting behind St. Mary's Cemetery.
Whether it was a bear, moose or Bigfoot, none of the above was tracked down in Waterford, so such remains a mystery. What exactly did occur that summer in 1981 is anyone's guess at the moment." Via the Examiner and Cryptonundo
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Did Lee Harvey Oswald Kill JFK? Yes.
Confession: I am a JFK assassination buff. I never much liked the term, but it describes me well. I've read just about every book ever published on the assassination, watched every documentary, mock trial, and dramatization. And for a long time, until about 14 years ago, I was a conspiracy theory believer. Too many loose ends. Too many coincidences of propinquity. And since I had no understanding of physics, or ballistics, or medicine, or of the world, really, I was fascinated with Oliver Stone's enormously influential JFK. I remember writing somewhere, and bear in mind I was 14 at the time, that the third act scene with "Mr. X" was one of the most dramatic moments in modern film history. That might have been true to a kid who hadn't seen many movies and who had no idea how awful New Orleans prosecutor Jim Garrison actually was, or how utterly absurd his theories were.
A year later, the day that Gerald Posner's Case Closed came out, I remember sitting in my high school library waiting for my chance to page through U.S. News and World Report, which was serializing the chapter on the "single bullet." I was nervous. Part of me didn't want to read a book that concluded something that was precisely the opposite of what I believed. But, clearly, I wasn't totally convinced, because I wanted to read it in the first place.
I took the magazine and began to read. I can pinpoint the moment when my blinders came off, when my childhood assassination conspiracy fantasies dissolved. Posner pointed out that (a) the president's row of seats inside the presidential limousine were built to be higher than the row of seats where Gov. John Connally and his wife, Nellie, would sit; and (b) all the photographs of the motorcade entering Dealey Plaza showed Connally sitting closer to Nellie, away from the edge of the car.
And suddenly, the single bullet theory made absolute sense. The trajectory of a bullet fired from the Texas School Book Depository absolutely could have entered JFK's upper back, exited his throat, and tumbled through the governor, lodging, finally, in his leg. The two men were perfectly aligned. It was just true. No "in mid-air, mind you, the bullet changed direction." None of that was necessary. If the single bullet theory had to be true — and it did, because no one was capable of firing two bullets at precisely the same "x," one of them hitting Kennedy and the other missing Kennedy and hitting Connally on an angle that passed through JFK's torso — then everything else I thought I knew had to be questioned.
"Keep in mind: I was 15. This was a seminal intellectual experience for me. It was my first exposure to the powers of skepticism and reasoned argument.
Reason triumphed over magical thinking. If Lee Harvey Oswald was part of a conspiracy, then Ruth Paine, a friend of his family's in Dallas, had to be, too, because she alerted Oswald to the open job at the Texas School Book Depository about a month and a half before the assassination. Come to think of it, Roy Truly, the building superintendent, also had to be part of the conspiracy, because he hired Oswald and assigned him to the fifth and sixth floors of the building. In other words, if Oswald was long-slated to be the patsy, unless a conspiracy fomented somehow REALLY fast in the last six weeks before Kennedy's death, those two HAD to be in on it. Had to be. But clearly, they weren't. Not only was their no evidence of their connection to anyone bad, save Oswald, but no one ever tried to silence them. Their stories checked out. And they were paragons of the community. They just weren't part of the conspiracy because there was no conspiracy.
What about... what about enigmatic David Ferrie, who was mob boss Carlos Marcello's pilot, and who also knew Lee Harvey Oswald from childhood? Well, turns out that Ferrie was never Marcello's pilot — he was a contract employee at one point, but that's about it, and there's no evidence he ever knew Oswald.
What about the famous horrific snapping back of the president's head right after a bullet tore through his skull? Actually, his head gets pushed forward, violently, before it snaps back, both of which are entirely consistent with a shot entering the occiput and existing above the right ear, blowing out brain tissue.
None of it hung together. The evidence of Oswald's guilt was, and is, overwhelming. The evidence for a conspiracy is thin to non-existent, and is almost always predicated on assumptions that themselves are very sketchy.
I do understand the sociological significance of the conspiracy theories. JFK's death was incredibly traumatic; how could a figure of such enormous historical importance be felled by a puny, angry, disturbed ex-Marine? But he was. That's kind of amazing." How I Figured Out That Lee Harvey Oswald Killed JFK, The Week
Some notes:
1."Death of a President November 1963" by William Manchester and "Reclaiming America" at over 1,000 pages are great books on the JFK assassination and the life and actions of Lee Harvey Oswald as well, besides The Warren and other Commission
2. Oswald was an ex-Marine, Communist/Marxist whom the FBI already had a file on
3. Oswald was a crack shot, good at shooting, high marks at shooting range
4. Witness's first reported only 2 shots fired, later due to mass confusion and journalistic error/misreporting, people had thought 3 shots had been fired from the Book Depository (though 3 shells we re found, one might have been a misfire)
5. Oswald spent over 30 months in Russia, may have had training from Russian Red Army snipers from Stalingrad, other battles
6. Two police officers ran into the Book Depository after the 2nd, fatal shot was fired. They encountered LHO on the 2nd floor staircase, very nervous but his boss was close by and vouched for him. Ballistic and fiber plus handprint evidence links him to the gun that killed JFK and the 6th floor of the TSBD. Science does not lie
7. Oswald killed Officer Tippet apx. an hour later, firing 4 shots into him from a .38, he then fled into a movie theater nearby. 9 witnesses witnessed Officer Tippet's brutal.murder
8. Oswald may have had Asperger Syndrome combined with some LD's and psychological disorders
9. Motives for killing JFK: Fame, acceptance from Dallas anti-Kennedy crowd, impress wife, hated someone more successful then him, Communist beliefs, anarchist beliefs, etc
10. Saying he was a patsy may have been a clever psychological ploy and attempt to claim innocence rather then serve life in prison or be executed by the state, feds
A year later, the day that Gerald Posner's Case Closed came out, I remember sitting in my high school library waiting for my chance to page through U.S. News and World Report, which was serializing the chapter on the "single bullet." I was nervous. Part of me didn't want to read a book that concluded something that was precisely the opposite of what I believed. But, clearly, I wasn't totally convinced, because I wanted to read it in the first place.
I took the magazine and began to read. I can pinpoint the moment when my blinders came off, when my childhood assassination conspiracy fantasies dissolved. Posner pointed out that (a) the president's row of seats inside the presidential limousine were built to be higher than the row of seats where Gov. John Connally and his wife, Nellie, would sit; and (b) all the photographs of the motorcade entering Dealey Plaza showed Connally sitting closer to Nellie, away from the edge of the car.
And suddenly, the single bullet theory made absolute sense. The trajectory of a bullet fired from the Texas School Book Depository absolutely could have entered JFK's upper back, exited his throat, and tumbled through the governor, lodging, finally, in his leg. The two men were perfectly aligned. It was just true. No "in mid-air, mind you, the bullet changed direction." None of that was necessary. If the single bullet theory had to be true — and it did, because no one was capable of firing two bullets at precisely the same "x," one of them hitting Kennedy and the other missing Kennedy and hitting Connally on an angle that passed through JFK's torso — then everything else I thought I knew had to be questioned.
"Keep in mind: I was 15. This was a seminal intellectual experience for me. It was my first exposure to the powers of skepticism and reasoned argument.
Reason triumphed over magical thinking. If Lee Harvey Oswald was part of a conspiracy, then Ruth Paine, a friend of his family's in Dallas, had to be, too, because she alerted Oswald to the open job at the Texas School Book Depository about a month and a half before the assassination. Come to think of it, Roy Truly, the building superintendent, also had to be part of the conspiracy, because he hired Oswald and assigned him to the fifth and sixth floors of the building. In other words, if Oswald was long-slated to be the patsy, unless a conspiracy fomented somehow REALLY fast in the last six weeks before Kennedy's death, those two HAD to be in on it. Had to be. But clearly, they weren't. Not only was their no evidence of their connection to anyone bad, save Oswald, but no one ever tried to silence them. Their stories checked out. And they were paragons of the community. They just weren't part of the conspiracy because there was no conspiracy.
What about... what about enigmatic David Ferrie, who was mob boss Carlos Marcello's pilot, and who also knew Lee Harvey Oswald from childhood? Well, turns out that Ferrie was never Marcello's pilot — he was a contract employee at one point, but that's about it, and there's no evidence he ever knew Oswald.
What about the famous horrific snapping back of the president's head right after a bullet tore through his skull? Actually, his head gets pushed forward, violently, before it snaps back, both of which are entirely consistent with a shot entering the occiput and existing above the right ear, blowing out brain tissue.
None of it hung together. The evidence of Oswald's guilt was, and is, overwhelming. The evidence for a conspiracy is thin to non-existent, and is almost always predicated on assumptions that themselves are very sketchy.
I do understand the sociological significance of the conspiracy theories. JFK's death was incredibly traumatic; how could a figure of such enormous historical importance be felled by a puny, angry, disturbed ex-Marine? But he was. That's kind of amazing." How I Figured Out That Lee Harvey Oswald Killed JFK, The Week
Some notes:
1."Death of a President November 1963" by William Manchester and "Reclaiming America" at over 1,000 pages are great books on the JFK assassination and the life and actions of Lee Harvey Oswald as well, besides The Warren and other Commission
2. Oswald was an ex-Marine, Communist/Marxist whom the FBI already had a file on
3. Oswald was a crack shot, good at shooting, high marks at shooting range
4. Witness's first reported only 2 shots fired, later due to mass confusion and journalistic error/misreporting, people had thought 3 shots had been fired from the Book Depository (though 3 shells we re found, one might have been a misfire)
5. Oswald spent over 30 months in Russia, may have had training from Russian Red Army snipers from Stalingrad, other battles
6. Two police officers ran into the Book Depository after the 2nd, fatal shot was fired. They encountered LHO on the 2nd floor staircase, very nervous but his boss was close by and vouched for him. Ballistic and fiber plus handprint evidence links him to the gun that killed JFK and the 6th floor of the TSBD. Science does not lie
7. Oswald killed Officer Tippet apx. an hour later, firing 4 shots into him from a .38, he then fled into a movie theater nearby. 9 witnesses witnessed Officer Tippet's brutal.murder
8. Oswald may have had Asperger Syndrome combined with some LD's and psychological disorders
9. Motives for killing JFK: Fame, acceptance from Dallas anti-Kennedy crowd, impress wife, hated someone more successful then him, Communist beliefs, anarchist beliefs, etc
10. Saying he was a patsy may have been a clever psychological ploy and attempt to claim innocence rather then serve life in prison or be executed by the state, feds
Sunday, November 16, 2014
48th Anniversary of Mothman
Date: November 15 1966 Time: midnight
Two young married couples, Steve Mallette, Mary Mallette and Roger and Linda Scarberry on a cold, clear and crisp night were out on a lark in the desolate TNT area, located on the Ohio River off Route 62 about six miles north of town. In 1966 was a favorite with couples who liked to park and neck. On this night they were looking for friends and “chasing parkers,” as Linda Scarberry related later. They made the rounds through the ghostly igloos without success and headed back to the unlocked gate at the old generator plant. They went over a small rise in the road, and the car headlights caught something that made Roger slam on the brakes. Illuminated in front of them was a slender but muscular man-like creature, six to seven feet tall, with huge round red eyes, wings, and large hands. It had no definable head. The circular eyes looked more like they sprouted from the shoulders. The eyes about 2 inches in diameter and about six to eight inches apart, stared at them with hypnotic intensity. The creature was gray, or as Linda described much later, flesh colored with ashen wings. One of its wings appeared to be caught in a guide wire near the road, and it pulled at the wing with its hands. Later, Linda thought the creature was frightened, but in the heat of the moment it was the occupants of the car who erupted in fear and panic. While they screamed, the creature wiggled its wing free and wobbled with an odd shuffling gait into the generator plant through an open, broken door.
Roger hit the gas and tore out of the gate onto the road, heading for Route 62 back to town. Suddenly, the creature was in sight again, standing on a little hill, as though it had instantly teleported itself. The car headlights struck it again, and it spread its ten foot wings and took off straight into the air. It began following the car, matching its speed. Roger pressed the gas pedal down harder and harder until they were flying along Route 62 at 100 to 105 miles per hour. The creature effortlessly kept up, banging down on the roof of the car two or three times as they fled. It made a high-pitched squeaking noise like a mouse.
Then they careened down the road and its dangerous curves without mishap. As they grew closer to the bright night lights of town, the creature peeled off. They saw it once again crouched on the Ohio River floodwall, its legs and wings tucked in. Roger drove to the Dairyland and they tried to calm down and decided what to do. They could not agree on whether or not to report the creature to police and they argued over whether or not they would be labeled crazy or drunk or both. A decision was made to return to the TNT area, but partway back they decided against it. When they turned back around they saw the body of a large dead dog by the side of the road. According to one of the witnesses, the winged creature jumped out at them as they passed the dog, went over the top of the car, and went through the field on the other side.
Back in town, the couples decided to notify the police and told their story to Deputy Millard Halstead. Seeing their genuine fright, Halstead took them seriously. He got in his patrol car and the two vehicles went back to the TNT area. The body of the dog was missing. There was no sign of the red-eyed monster, but when Millard turned on his police radio a strange garbled sound screeched out at high volume, as though someone were playing a tape recorder at fast-forward speed.
Source: John A. Keel. Cryptomundo
Two young married couples, Steve Mallette, Mary Mallette and Roger and Linda Scarberry on a cold, clear and crisp night were out on a lark in the desolate TNT area, located on the Ohio River off Route 62 about six miles north of town. In 1966 was a favorite with couples who liked to park and neck. On this night they were looking for friends and “chasing parkers,” as Linda Scarberry related later. They made the rounds through the ghostly igloos without success and headed back to the unlocked gate at the old generator plant. They went over a small rise in the road, and the car headlights caught something that made Roger slam on the brakes. Illuminated in front of them was a slender but muscular man-like creature, six to seven feet tall, with huge round red eyes, wings, and large hands. It had no definable head. The circular eyes looked more like they sprouted from the shoulders. The eyes about 2 inches in diameter and about six to eight inches apart, stared at them with hypnotic intensity. The creature was gray, or as Linda described much later, flesh colored with ashen wings. One of its wings appeared to be caught in a guide wire near the road, and it pulled at the wing with its hands. Later, Linda thought the creature was frightened, but in the heat of the moment it was the occupants of the car who erupted in fear and panic. While they screamed, the creature wiggled its wing free and wobbled with an odd shuffling gait into the generator plant through an open, broken door.
Roger hit the gas and tore out of the gate onto the road, heading for Route 62 back to town. Suddenly, the creature was in sight again, standing on a little hill, as though it had instantly teleported itself. The car headlights struck it again, and it spread its ten foot wings and took off straight into the air. It began following the car, matching its speed. Roger pressed the gas pedal down harder and harder until they were flying along Route 62 at 100 to 105 miles per hour. The creature effortlessly kept up, banging down on the roof of the car two or three times as they fled. It made a high-pitched squeaking noise like a mouse.
Then they careened down the road and its dangerous curves without mishap. As they grew closer to the bright night lights of town, the creature peeled off. They saw it once again crouched on the Ohio River floodwall, its legs and wings tucked in. Roger drove to the Dairyland and they tried to calm down and decided what to do. They could not agree on whether or not to report the creature to police and they argued over whether or not they would be labeled crazy or drunk or both. A decision was made to return to the TNT area, but partway back they decided against it. When they turned back around they saw the body of a large dead dog by the side of the road. According to one of the witnesses, the winged creature jumped out at them as they passed the dog, went over the top of the car, and went through the field on the other side.
Back in town, the couples decided to notify the police and told their story to Deputy Millard Halstead. Seeing their genuine fright, Halstead took them seriously. He got in his patrol car and the two vehicles went back to the TNT area. The body of the dog was missing. There was no sign of the red-eyed monster, but when Millard turned on his police radio a strange garbled sound screeched out at high volume, as though someone were playing a tape recorder at fast-forward speed.
Source: John A. Keel. Cryptomundo
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